Buried Love's
The Part 25

Actually, without asking Bellinda too Arsen felt himself a jerk in treating the woman. But, somehow want to hear the opinion of his ex-wife.

Since then the widower has focused his eyes on the face that now becomes visible to shine. It used to be not as bright as now, or maybe because at that time he was too upset to be betrothed to not be able to see the good side of a Bellinda.

Bellinda did not answer, but frowned as if confused by Arsen's question. “Why ask like that?” Somehow the way his parents educate, but the figure of the mother of one child is very gentle in speaking words.

“Ya .. who knows you consider me a jerk for divorcing you after screwing you, letting you do it all yourself, getting pregnant, giving birth, raising our child.” Arsen made it clear. Even if the answer to himself is yes. But, he was sure that Bellinda would disagree.

Head Bellinda shook her head. “That's all my decision. So, it's not your fault, and you're not a jerk.”

I don't know why Arsen was so relieved to hear that answer. Until making the corners of his lips interested in forming a knotty smile. “Or maybe you think I'm shameless? Dumped you, and now comes back to your life when our son has grown that big?” He pointed at the Colvert who looked still sound.

Bellinda still shakes. “Student want to be close and recognized by Colvert, you are indeed his daddy.”

The two fell silent again and were embraced by silence. Bellinda leaned her head because she felt sleepy, and last night Colvert fussed and continued to whine painfully. So, he stayed up late. Because now his son is sleeping, he had wanted to fall asleep too. But, there's Arsen coming, be undone.

While Arsen. The man was silent because he was staring. How could he possibly hate a woman like Bellinda? Thinking from any point of view, he should have no reason to dislike someone who is now being looked at.

Although from the side and Bellinda was closing her eyes, it still looks like a star in the dark of the night. He remembered how it was when the figure was still his wife. Always smiling and trying to stay strong every day he ignored.

At the corner of Arsen's lips lifted. It is not a cynicism, but it is a curse of ignorance. “It turns out to be true, when it is gone new more felt,” murmured softly.

Arsen shook his head and smiled. A small table that blocked them did not become an obstacle for his hand outstretched and patted the top of the ex-wife's head. “Just sleep, you look like you're under-rested. Let me take care of Colvert.”

“I don't want to trouble you,” reject Bellinda, but she really wants to be closed. Even his sleepiness makes him think the hand of the former is still rubbing the top of the head.

“I'm also the daddy, it's natural that we take turns to keep.”

Bellinda smiled so softly and sweetly. Since when did Arsen feel strange things in the chest when he saw the pull of the woman's lips? He felt turned back by his ex-wife.

“Thank you, wake me when Colvert is awake,” ask Bellinda.

Arsen nodded and pulled his hand. Let Bellinda fall asleep on the couch.

As long as Colvert and Bellinda were asleep, Arsen pondered. Thinking about questions from his friends.

True too, six years apart, but never once open the heart to another woman. Wh why? He kept thinking about that answer.

During that time Arsen was approached by many women. But nothing looks interesting. However, now he precisely saw the rays emitted by his own widow.

How not to know my shame if I hope for a chance to return.